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The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

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          salem could had admit, he had been a pretty awful big brother lately. one small shopping trip. he could do that while staying mostly sober. “ okay, okay. what’s it for? i need a new hoodie anyways, my other one got -- burned up,” he said with a shrug.

@graveghcst  !!

                “  please  don’t  make  me  go  alone  ,  “  barely  a  whisper  from  the  youngest  skellington  ,  looks  up  to  the  other  ;  one  moment  ,  ONE  moment  of  vulnerability  you’ll  get  from  her  ,  “  i  know  it’s  just  a  stupid  shopping  trip  —  but  i  …  i  can’t  go  alone  .  please  ,  s  .  “

cvrsedtm‌:

“And you haven’t bothered to test it out? It seems like the sort of thing one ought to know about themselves.” Didn’t it? She believed so. “That’s…not the most detailed description, but I suppose I sort of understand what you mean.” 

“How do I test that without dying all over again? It’s not a problem anyways so --- better priorities.” He shrugged, finished with the topic. “You possess someone and try to describe how it feels or don’t, I don’t care. i should ask fairy godmother if she could make this body taller,” he mused, losing track of the conversation entirely.

Salem had a lot of guilt building up in every single pore of his body. He had yet to tell his parent’s of his new ability as a human and not to mention the addictive habits he was hiding. Thankfully, his mother always warned him before coming to visit so he had been able to take the bare minimum of his daily dose of drugs to keep himself sane but at least of a somewhat sound mind. It was a good thing odd behavior was the usual for him, drugs or no drugs. “Fascinating?” He repeated in a questioning tone, as he continued to search through the clothing patches. Salem loved simply sitting with his mother as she worked, playing with the fabrics as he listened to her speak. “I liked being a ghost. Easier to scare people that way,” he mumbled like a petulant child.

@graveghcst

Though knowing full well that her children were fully grown adults, she was also aware that they shared their father’s affinity for mischief making. While Sally herself found the trait to be endearing, she realized that other’s in Auradon might not exactly take well to some of their… antics, not in the way their parents could. Some people just didn’t understand what they viewed as ‘too different’, or downright 'weird’. So, she wanted to make sure she checked in on them every now and again. Not pestering, but simply as a mother who wanted her children to know that she would always be there for them. Pale fingers sifted through a basket filled to the brim with various clothing patches, colorful fabric also strewn about the floor around her sewing station. “You know, I almost miss stitching myself together after a nasty spill,” she mused lightly, gaze traveling to Salem with a small smile. “Then again, it’s still so fascinating, being this way. Don’t you think?”

thefirstmate‌:

     not quite the reaction harry had grown accustomed to in auradon. “aye, that would be right.” now the boy had his full attention. it wasn’t every day that someone actually challenged a pirate of all people to a drinking contest. “really think ye can drink a pirate under the table?? alright, i’ll bite. ye got a deal. an’ i’ll be looking forward tae ‘earing all o’ ‘bout halloween town.”

     the former ghost grinned when his offer was accepted. drinking against a pirate would certainly be a challenge but not one that salem couldn’t handle. “i think, never say never.” he chuckled, shaking his head excitedly. “sure. okay, so should we find a bar then?” or the skellington boy had plenty of alcohol at his place if the pirate rather do the contest in private.

I never intended all this madness

wcstelavd‌:

“well, i wouldn’t say the best but thanks for saying that and for thinking it,” he shrugged, smiling at his friends before letting out a loud laugh and sticking his tongue out at salem. “oh, hush – they won’t do anything to you,” he shoved salem away playfully, innocently thinking all his lovers would do is the same thing that happened on their first time and not what harry also did afterwards to the person who shared a kiss with gil. “besides, you’re too pretty for me,” gil winked at salem, a giggle following his words. “i am very lucky to have them, they are my world. one day you will have that too, i am sure of that, salem.” his smile softened at the thought of his partners and his eyes grew hopeful for salem.

salem shook his head, resigning himself to the fact that gil was not good at taking compliments, but neither was he. “always too drunk to care, anyways.” he shrugged with a crooked smile. he also believed harry would at least give him the benefit of the doubt since he considered the other pirate a nice drinking buddy. “pretty?” he questioned with slurred laughter. it was odd to be described as such since he had been so proud of his grotesque ghost form back home, making his perception of beauty rather warped. “that’s a beautiful thought,” he offered instead of denying his words, it was hard to be self-deprecating when gil was looking at him with pure hope. “anyways ---” he yawned. “you ready to turn in? it’s late and you’re way too drunk to walk back so stay in the guest room, yeah?”